Caden then carefully and seriously explained everything that had happened that night to me. Caden recalled concluding his business with Byron, who had quickly succumbed to the effects of alcohol and gone to his room. Feeling a bit lightheaded himself, Caden went to his assigned room, took care of some work, and then had a short rest before coming to find me. "So you fell asleep in the room that was already arranged for you?" I listened and immediately sensed something off. Caden nodded, and just then, Yale had already pulled up the hotel surveillance footage. But to everyone's surprise, Yale had stood outside Caden's room the entire time, and no one else had entered. "How did Wendy take that photo?" I frowned, growing more and more upset, and looked up at Caden. Caden furrowed his brows and ordered Yale to investigate Byron immediately. Then he looked into my eyes and said earnestly, "I would never do something like that." I pressed my lips together and suddenly shoved Caden into the bathroom. "Wash yourself thoroughly! Don't come out until you're clean!" The thought that Wendy might have been lying next to Caden made my skin crawl. Caden's POV: I never imagined something like this would happen to me. I had a strong feeling that Byron wasn't capable of this by himself; other people had to be part of it. A cold smile curled at the corners of my lips. After coming out of the bathroom, I saw Rosaline sitting on the balcony reading. The night wind caught her long hair, making her look peaceful and gentle. I walked over and scooped her up in my arms. Rosaline gave my arm a little slap, glanced me up and down, and looked at me with a cold, indifferent expression that made me uncomfortable. I furrowed my brows and said sternly, "I'm clean now." Rosaline crossed her arms, turned to face me, and stated firmly, "You'll be sleeping in the study until this is completely resolved."Rosaline's POV: As soon as I said that, Caden's expression darkened. Though a smile flickered within me, I maintained a calm expression, pretending not to notice Caden's gaze as I tried to walk past him towards the bed. But before I could, Caden's arm shot out, and he effortlessly lifted me. "Caden! What are you doing?" I exclaimed, startled and struggling against his hold. Caden remained silent, carrying me directly to the bed and gently pressing me down. "Nothing happened between me and Wendy." His deep gaze locked onto my face. With a small, contained smile, I reached out to him. "My mind knows nothing happened with her, because I believe you. But my feelings are still hurt. And Wendy's photo ... I know its purpose was to create distance between us, and it succeeded." It was a reminder that even my usually steady self could be shaken, and Wendy had unfortunately been the catalyst. Jealousy was a natural response. Anger was understandable. I didn't want to be someone who was always perfectly rational. I wanted permission to be unreasonable sometimes. And Caden was the one person who had the patience for all my unreasonable sides. Caden gazed into my eyes, as if trying to understand something unspoken. In the end, a quiet, helpless laugh rumbled from him. He knew my temper all too well. The heir to the Eclipse Pack leaned down and kissed my forehead before getting up and saying, "Good night." I shifted my gaze, pushing myself up in bed to follow Caden's departing form with my eyes, a smile involuntarily gracing my lips. At that moment, I could clearly tell Caden felt as wronged as a little kid who'd been unfairly treated. If the werewolves of Rivemon knew the heir to the Eclipse Pack had such a side to him, they'd probably all drop their jaws in shock. Jack's POV:Rampage Pack's corporate office. I opened the door and walked in. The lights in the penthouse office were off, with only the neon glow of the city shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I casually tossed the jacket draped over my arm to the side and walked over to the couch to sit down. "Looks like I need to replace the werewolf bodyguards at my company." I lit a cigarette and looked at the figure behind the desk. At that moment, the chair facing the desk slowly turned around. Sitting in it was Connor, wearing a strange smile. "I was hoping to surprise you. What a shame." "You didn't come just to deliver a surprise, did you? If you're only here to do something this pointless, the door's over there, feel free to leave," I said coolly, not even sparing Connor a glance. "Uncle Jack, how can you be so cold?" Connor's voice held a hint of wounded emotion, as if hurt by my attitude. I let out a cold laugh when I heard that and finally cast a sidelong glance at Connor. "Don't call me that. You're nothing more than an illegitimate child the Rampage Pack refuses to acknowledge." Connor wasn't angry. He chuckled and walked over, stopping right in front of me. "I just love calling you Uncle Jack. Seeing that disgusted look on your face brings me so much joy." "I'm guessing that's not the only thing that brings you joy." My tone was indifferent.